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His big mouth strikes the revellers. His pining voice turns their body hair to live wire; their minds into psychedelic ecstasy. He leaves the pub at the last beat of the drum. He lights a fag, walks past the Hawley, and dreams of wild days in tomorrow’s world of sobriety.

From a bird’s-eye view, through an open roof, you’ll glimpse me alone; strumming a guitar, in the attic of a house, in a tired seaside town. I scribble lyrics to melodies; sing to backing tracks of seagulls’ cries; they perfectly mimic the beats of my disjointed heart; the one you nurtured, tasted, threw out to sea.

#Ships they sail away,

The lovers disappear,

They hold on to nothing,

We hold on to fear#

Notepapers escape my hands, as they‘re lifted up to the skies by the salty-air breeze; and I wonder if the Universe will ever hear my love song.